The front of my dress sagged forward. He pulled it down, folding it over onto itself so that the heavy fabric sheathed my bound arms. My nipples pebbled in the cool night air. For a moment, he gazed hungrily at my freed breasts. Then he went down on one knee to lick and suck at the soft, tender flesh. I opened my mouth, but only a whimper came out.
He pulled his head back to look at me. “Have you thought about your safe word?”
My growl of frustration came out as a moan. I was going to cry. And then maybe kill him. “I don't … I don't know … ” I stammered.
“Then I guess it's my pick. Based on the beautiful color of your nipples … ” He rolled both of them between finger and thumb as he spoke, almost idly. “How does 'pink' sound?”
All I could do was nod, speechless, trembling with need.
Chapter 8
Ford
“I need more than a nod, pet. I need the word.” Her big blue eyes stared up at me, and I forced myself to focus on the important stuff first. It didn’t matter how good her tight pink little nipples felt rolling between my fingers or how fuckable those perfect red lips looked, I needed to lay the foundation first.
“Wha—what?” she breathed.
“Your safe word, Emma. Say it.”
Her lips formed the word, and it came out as a whisper.
“Louder.”
The haze of lust in her eyes was shot through with sparks of defiance. I liked spirit in my subs, and Emma certainly had it in spades.
“Pink, goddammit. Now can we move this along?”
“I think your first lesson needs to be patience, pet—and the best way to teach you that is to tease you until you’re begging to come. It’ll be your reminder that I’m the one calling the shots here—not you. You take what I give you, and trust me when I say that I’ll make sure you fucking love it.”
“But—”
“Don’t make me gag you, Emma. Because I will,” I warned. I lowered my mouth to her ear and spoke directly into it. “Unless you’re hoping to attract an audience.”
She didn’t respond. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if she breathed.
I opened my mouth, about to ask if she was with me, but she replied, “Okay.”
Her lips skimmed my jaw as she said the word. I don’t know if the contact was intentional, but fuck. If my cock wasn’t already rock hard, that would’ve done it. What was it about this woman that took so little to set me off?
Needing to assert control over the situation, I released her nipples and skimmed my palms along her chest, up her neck, and buried my fingers in her hair. Tugging backward, I bent and crushed my mouth to hers again. The taste of champagne and Emma sharpened my hunger to an almost primal ache.
Her hands, even bound, ran up and down my chest, as though she were desperate for contact. They fumbled with the button of my dress pants and tugged at my zipper.
I should’ve stopped her, but I wanted her hands on me, and her eagerness made this crazy stunt seem like the best idea I’d ever had. I lifted my lips away from hers to urge her on.
“That’s it, pet. Get my cock out. I want to feel your hands wrapped around me.”
She inhaled sharply, and I loved knowing that my commands shocked her.
“Does that make you wet, Emma? When I tell you I want my cock in your hands? Would it make you wet if I told you I wanted my cock between those perfect red lips, too?”
She fumbled with the zipper, whether due to my words or to the restraints, I wasn’t sure.
“Answer me, pet. When I ask a question, I expect you to answer me.”
The zipper slid down and her hands enclosed my dick as she whispered, “Yes. So wet.”
Jesus. I held back a groan. She squeezed me tighter and I thrust into her palms.
“Good girl.”
I let her grip me and stroke me for only a few moments before I knew I had to stop. Any longer, and I might not deserve to call myself a man—let alone a Dom. I needed to take back the reins, get myself under control, and Emma needed to be the one gasping beneath my touch, ready to shatter.
“Enough,” I said, untangling my fingers from her hair.
She froze, her big blue eyes staring up at me. “What did I do?”
I shook my head and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “No, pet. It’s my turn to play.”
She uncurled her hands from around my cock, and I silenced the groan that threatened to rise up at losing her touch. My hands dropped to the skirt of her dress and slid down the silky fabric until I reached the hem. Her eyes darted from side to side, looking for anyone who might see what I was about to do.
“Eyes on me, pet. Only me.”
“But—”
“You only need to worry about what I want, and I’ll worry about everything else. That’s the beauty of this. You get to let go, put yourself in my hands, and you have my word that I won’t betray that trust.”